| When pigs fly, when the sky falls
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| You said you’d be there through it all
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| You gone and lied, this time ain’t the first
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| What would you do if the roles reversed?
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| I’ve been waiting on you to come back around
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| But you ain’t nowhere to be found
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| And I’ve been hoping for the tide to change
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| These days are so strange
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| Mama said son don’t you play the fool
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| Always remember the golden rule
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| Mama it’s been hard to be a man
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| And turn this rock hard fist to an open hand
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| I’ve been waiting on you to come back around
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| But you ain’t nowhere to be found
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| And I’ve been hoping for the tide to change
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| These days are so strange
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| Mama said son don’t you play the fool
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| Always remember the golden rule
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| Mama it’s been hard to be a man
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| And turn this rock hard fist to an open hand
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| I’ve been waiting on you to come back around
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| But you ain’t nowhere to be found
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| And I’ve been hoping for the tide to change
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| These days are so strange |